Her Mafia Bodyguard

an wearing a shoulder-length bulb and smarty-pants glasses. He wanted her to tie me u

y father at her house. Not here. Not this cursed building. Fresh tears sting t

me forever. He said that he would never leave me alone in this wor

fore an audience. It is clear that those criminals out there have secondary protection. For that leve

lice had intervened. I torture myself w

ped out of my grasp for a while. Knowing he's been lying to me all this time was a punch to my gut. Now I'

usinessman? I scoff.

s American gang that began in the 1800s and how they ruled over the country until the Italians mi

father is the leader of the greates

ed breath, I sit up, digging my fingers into my thighs.

t and black suit pants. I notice the shiny cuffs on his wrists. He's yummy tall

ll me like you did

her, because he chooses to not speak. He grabs a clean cha

ow, there are two things I hate. Talk

ho gives two shits a

der both. Do you unders

ole. Did you hear me?

in the chair as a moment passes betwe

ney on steroids, calling him names. "Will you

the coffee table next to him and offers it to me. It's been hours since I've had a t

his. I assume all that chaos m

er the floor. His face goes dark for a split second. Then, he stands and

t?... I high

stop to look for a weapon inside the room. My han

olved to not give in. I look through the window in the foyer and find the courtyard empty. Lightning pi

ice beckons me fro

can just turn it open and run, lose him

decision. Who knows where they have Tina and her family? Or

o kill t

ike we are in a poker game, and he's trying to guess m

and cruel. Deadly and fierce. They leave an ic

and?" I dart my gaze around, surpris

n the table between us. I drag my eyes to his face. They slow on

, who's the devi

, "You mean my boss,

lieve it's Cian Cahill, if my pronunciation is correct

m. That

a tr

row. "Are y

he grits, "I

een registered with me for a while now, but I just met this man today.

arries me, and goes on a tri

Ellie," he says, an

rms, narrowing my eyes to coal slits. "

mile. "That can be arranged. Just so you'd sh

your boss thought he would be marrying

long breat

y again, "You shouldn

." He picks the mug and turns it over,

an confuses the

his memory all because yo

ease, and in a matter of seconds. But when it hap

ave just hit a nerve. My chin lifts de

so highly o

highly of that fra

st friend. So you had bet

I refuse to look at them. Nothing he says now will b

r so-called Zane is the heir to the Armenian mafia. Real name: Mehza Hakobyan. He's been undercover fo

ugh at me. 'Look at yourself, you fool. Did you really thin

me. I'm as sure of that a

r,"

in your life have betrayed you to the last." He stands on his feet, taking t

have a working brain. I'm certain he stationed guards in the shadows

guring out how to avenge Zane's death. It's the hardest part, consi

something. It's the photographs. I don't want to l

my head unbearable. Each bears faces. Image one is Zane, my dead

son they look like t

e is a latex face mask